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Ok, first things first, Brad is being very strange rihht now. This is the second night in a row he's given me a specific time to be on line, and wouldn't you know it, he's no where to be found. We talked on line earlier today, and he's normally the little flirt, and interesting pervert, oh no, not now. I asked if he'd be interested in my calling him because he needed to vent about his ex, and all of a sudden he was in a BIG hurry to get off line, and he needed to go. But he'd ask his parents if it'd be alright for me to call him tonight. Wtf...he's 32, and hasn't asked for their permission until now, what's wrong with this picture?? So I figure once again, "if" he manages to pop up on line tonight, I'm going to call him out on this. If I'm being played for a chump, then he can kiss my happy ass. Men can fuck off right now, except for the ones I like, which makes about 3-4. LOL
And mom and I went to the movies tonight, we saw Hide and Seek. Awesome fucking movie. DeNiro was cool as shit! And it's not blood and gore, it's more suspence. I recommend it!!
Then after the movie, we went to Wal-Mart, and you know the song by John Michael Montgomery, "Life's A Dance"...well part of the chorus is "life's a dance you learn as you go, sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow"...well...mom was thinking something sexual, but she won't admit it, and instead of "sometimes you follow"...it came out.."sometimes you swallow"...that started us off for the rest of the trip. Then she was trying to get the wheel chair moving, yeah, I used the chair, my knee hurt. But back to where I was, she was trying to get it to move, and I had set the brakes on it, and she was trying to say "I can't get it to start"...but again...momma blunder...she said, "I can't get it to snart"...So we're laughing like crazy. Picking up all sorts of wierd food stuff, but hey, I got my White Castles. We had a few Wal-Mart people thinking we were stoned. Then on the drive home, mom and I were laughing so much and so hard, that both of us were crying, momma was driving, and the speed limit is posted for 55mph...yeah...not tonight...we were lucky to hit 40mph...and at one point in time, i was laughing so hard I was snorting, and all of a sudden, nature calls, oh shit, I have to pee. I tell mom she needs to pull over, she laughs harder...I start laughing harder because of her, so I try to say "I'm starting to do the PeePee Dance"...yeah...I think I had had too much soda...it came out as "I'm doing the PPC"...and that just started us off all the more. Momma--"I've heard of PCP...but I've never heard of PPC...what the hell is that? Can you explain that one to me?" And so forth. So she FINALLY pulls over...I climb out of the van to go pee, and wouldn't you know it, a cop pulls up right beside us. So here I am, mid stream, and a cop shines his spot light on me, so I wave. That didn't go over well. But no ticket(s)...so it's all good. I'm sure the cop will tell that one as a joke to all the boys!!
And mom and I went to the movies tonight, we saw Hide and Seek. Awesome fucking movie. DeNiro was cool as shit! And it's not blood and gore, it's more suspence. I recommend it!!
Then after the movie, we went to Wal-Mart, and you know the song by John Michael Montgomery, "Life's A Dance"...well part of the chorus is "life's a dance you learn as you go, sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow"...well...mom was thinking something sexual, but she won't admit it, and instead of "sometimes you follow"...it came out.."sometimes you swallow"...that started us off for the rest of the trip. Then she was trying to get the wheel chair moving, yeah, I used the chair, my knee hurt. But back to where I was, she was trying to get it to move, and I had set the brakes on it, and she was trying to say "I can't get it to start"...but again...momma blunder...she said, "I can't get it to snart"...So we're laughing like crazy. Picking up all sorts of wierd food stuff, but hey, I got my White Castles. We had a few Wal-Mart people thinking we were stoned. Then on the drive home, mom and I were laughing so much and so hard, that both of us were crying, momma was driving, and the speed limit is posted for 55mph...yeah...not tonight...we were lucky to hit 40mph...and at one point in time, i was laughing so hard I was snorting, and all of a sudden, nature calls, oh shit, I have to pee. I tell mom she needs to pull over, she laughs harder...I start laughing harder because of her, so I try to say "I'm starting to do the PeePee Dance"...yeah...I think I had had too much soda...it came out as "I'm doing the PPC"...and that just started us off all the more. Momma--"I've heard of PCP...but I've never heard of PPC...what the hell is that? Can you explain that one to me?" And so forth. So she FINALLY pulls over...I climb out of the van to go pee, and wouldn't you know it, a cop pulls up right beside us. So here I am, mid stream, and a cop shines his spot light on me, so I wave. That didn't go over well. But no ticket(s)...so it's all good. I'm sure the cop will tell that one as a joke to all the boys!!